User blog comment:Biggren/The Silvir Conquest/@comment-3135907-20141015042111/@comment-2246928-20141202222135

The shrew waited until Vizzazz was close enough, and then dropped the loaves onto the ground. "'Ere." His voice was condemning, looking down upon the snake as an executioner would a hopeless captive. "'Ere's yore reward."

He whipped out his rapier before he was even done speaking, slashing it downwards in a fashion that would leave the serpent in halves.